49: Chapter 49 Sophia is ready

The Sports Academy Tribe, the campfire was dying out.

Sergei stared fixedly at the glaring number on the system interface—01 Tribe: 10,000 points.

This Tribe had been spending points crazily over the past two hours, yet the remaining 10,000 points were still suffocating.

The second wave of the zombie horde had ended less than three hours ago.

"Did... did you see that?"

Sergei's voice was dry and hoarse as he turned his head to look at Andrei and Ivan on the other side of the campfire.

"The 01 Tribe's points... they started at 16,000. Just how many zombies did they kill during the second wave..."

His fingers were trembling.

Reason told him that a Tribe capable of such a feat was definitely not someone they could afford to provoke.

Ivan took a large gulp of cheap liquor and sneered, "Sergei, have you lost your damn mind from fear? This data is clearly wrong!"

His bloodshot eyes stared at the leaderboard.

"Either the system is broken, or those yellow-skinned monkeys must have found some treasure! Some kind of artifact that can farm points!"

Andrei said nothing.

He sat on a thick wooden stump, slowly wiping a machete stained with black blood.

The campfire flickered on his face, reflecting eyes that were growing brighter and filled with a morbid excitement.

"Sergei, you should learn to be as smart as Ivan."

Andrei finally spoke, his voice terrifyingly calm.

"Thirty people, two hours, 16,000 points? That means each person had to kill at least a hundred zombies."

"And they had zero casualties."

He looked up, his lips curling into a twisted arc.

"Unless they are all super soldiers. But is that possible? A bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys?"

He stood up and twirled the machete in his hand:

"So, there can only be one explanation."

"They have some good stuff in their hands that we don't know about. Maybe it's a blueprint for a weapon that can kill zombies on a large scale, or maybe it's a bug that can directly redeem points."

The greed in his eyes was almost palpable:

"I want to get it. No matter what it is, I will snatch it from those monkeys."

Sergei's heart sank to the bottom.

He forced himself to stand up, his voice trembling:

"Boss, think again! A Tribe that can achieve such results definitely has strength far beyond our imagination!"

"There must be a reason why that Tribe makes all other Tribes on the island afraid to even mention their name! If we go to provoke them, we're just going to our deaths!"

"Going to our deaths?" Andrei slowly turned his head to stare at Sergei, his eyes looking as if he were observing an interesting toy.

"Sergei, my dearest brother, what did you just say? Going to our deaths?"

The other henchmen by the campfire stopped what they were doing, and the air suddenly froze.

Sergei swallowed hard and braced himself to continue:

"Boss, I'm not afraid! I'm doing this for the Tribe! We should..."

"Should what?" Andrei interrupted him, walking closer step by step, still wearing that strange smile on his face.

"Should we hide like rats? Should we watch those yellow-skinned monkeys take the treasure that should have been ours?"

He was now standing in front of Sergei, less than half a meter apart.

Sergei could smell the strong scent of liquor and blood on him.

"Sergei," Andrei's voice was as soft as a whisper. "You disappoint me. You have lost the most precious thing of our warrior race—pride."

Before he finished speaking, Andrei's fist had already smashed into Sergei's face!

"Bang!"

The sound of the nasal bone shattering was clearly audible.

Sergei screamed and fell backward, but Andrei grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back. The second, third, and fourth punches... his fists slammed into Sergei's face, chest, and abdomen like iron hammers.

Sergei's pleas and screams were particularly grating in the silent camp.

"Look at you! Like a stray dog!" Andrei roared while hitting him, his eyes flickering with a crazy light.

"I want you to remember! Remember who you are! You are Sergei Novich! You are a wolf of Siberia! Not a wild dog with its tail between its legs!"

"I hope you can find your pride again!"

"Bang!" With the final punch, Sergei flew two meters away and crashed heavily onto the ground, his face covered in blood, three or four teeth knocked out, and he passed out instantly.

Andrei panted heavily, shook the blood off his hands, and looked at Ivan: "That prisoner, still won't talk?"

Ivan grinned, a cruel light flashing in his eyes: "Stubborn as a mule, he's been cursing all night."

"Let's go." Andrei picked up his machete. "Take me to see him."

On an open space at the edge of the camp, an oriental man covered in injuries was tied to a thick wooden stump.

He looked to be about thirty years old, with multiple bruises on his face and cracked lips.

"Awake?" Andrei walked up to him, squatted down, and patted the man's face with his hand stained with Sergei's blood.

"I'll give you one last chance, yellow-skinned monkey. Where is the 01 Tribe's camp?"

The man spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, landing right on Andrei's face: "Ptui! Damn Russian! You want to know? I won't tell you."

Andrei laughed instead of getting angry, slowly wiping the bloody foam off his face.

He recalled that on the eve of the second zombie horde, two Tribes had come to them to form an alliance, agreeing to cover each other.

As it turned out, when the zombie horde was at its fiercest, Andrei and his men snatched most of the supplies from these two Tribes and lured the horde attacking his own Tribe toward them, while he took the opportunity to retreat.

These two Tribes were almost completely wiped out, with only this man named "Old Chen" and two other severely injured people escaping, only to be captured by Andrei's men.

The other two didn't make it through the night.

"Hard-headed, aren't you." Andrei nodded and pulled a dagger from his waist.

"I like hard bones. But no matter how hard a bone is, if you crush it, it breaks."

He grabbed Old Chen's right hand and pressed it to the ground.

Andrei placed the tip of the dagger into the crevice of Old Chen's index fingernail.

"Tell me the location of the 01 Tribe, and I'll give you a quick end. Otherwise, I'll start from this finger, one by one, and take my time."

Old Chen's body began to tremble, but he gritted his teeth and glared at Andrei: "Don't... even... think about it."

"Very good." Andrei smiled.

The dagger stabbed hard into the nail crevice, and then he pried it with force!

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill scream pierced the night sky.

Old Chen convulsed violently, the veins on his forehead bulging, and sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

Andrei pulled out the dagger, the tip stained with flesh and a fingernail.

He held the half-nail in front of Old Chen's eyes, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a child: "That's just the first one. We still have nine fingers, ten toes, plus eyes, ears, nose... take your time, there's no rush."

"Kill me! If you have the guts, kill me!"

Old Chen roared, tears and snot mixing with blood as they streamed down.

"Kill you? That would be so boring."

Andrei shook his head and moved the dagger to the middle finger.

"I'll ask one more time, where is the 01 Tribe? I know you definitely know. That coward from Tribe 14 who fled to you told you, right?"

"The two people from yesterday already confessed."

Old Chen shuddered.

Yes, before the second zombie horde, a survivor claiming to be from Tribe 14 had indeed wandered into their Tribe.

That person had mentioned the general location of the 01 Tribe, near the cliffs in the northeast, easy to defend and hard to attack.

"I... I don't know..."

Old Chen was still making a final struggle.

The dagger stabbed in again.

"Ah—!!!!"

The second scream. Then the third, the fourth...

When Andrei was about to start on the fifth finger, Old Chen finally broke down.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!!" He cried out, his voice completely distorted.

"The northeast! Over by the cliffs! Near the upper reaches of the stream! I don't know the exact location, but it must be in that area!"

"Please, kill me, just kill me!!!"

Andrei smiled with satisfaction.

He stood up and waved at Ivan: "Give him a quick end."

Ivan stepped forward and slit Old Chen's throat with one slash.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Andrei looked at Old Chen's eyes, which were gradually losing their vitality, and licked his lips: "Get ready, tomorrow, we're going hunting at the northern cliffs."

"Take everyone, and those obedient women too, they might be useful as bait."

If Qi Yun knew that there was a Tribe currently eyeing them.

He would probably laugh out loud.

With so many people in the Tribe leveling up, he was just worrying about lacking opponents to practice on.

In the early morning, the sunlight shone through the wooden window and gently spilled onto Qi Yun's face.

He opened his eyes slowly, the first thing he felt was the weight on his body.

Shu Qianxue was lying sprawled on top of him, completely treating him like a cushion.

Ke Yun and Chen Xiaolin were lying on his left and right sides respectively.

Qi Yun took a gentle breath, feeling a soreness in his lower back.

Last night... He rubbed his temples. After repelling the second zombie horde, the Tribe held a simple celebration.

Then, he was forcibly taken to bed.

Shu Qianxue, that girl, is really strong, completely ignoring whether he was willing or not.

A drunk woman... is truly terrifying.

Thinking of yesterday's three beauties battling Lu Bu, Qi Yun shook his head.

It was truly more exhausting than the zombie horde.

If it weren't for the powerful kidney ability granted by the clan leaders blessing, he probably would have died under the peony flowers yesterday.

Qi Yun got up and put on his clothes.

After the madness of last night, except for a few girls on night watch, most of the girls were still sleeping.

Seeing Qi Yun wake up, Sophia walked over quickly.

She wanted to talk about the recruitment quota for the Tribe.

As long as Qi Yun was willing, she could officially become a member of this Tribe.

She was already prepared to pay the price.